As if possessed by some mysterious force, Ding Weixiang almost subconsciously said, "Miss Xiao is risking her life so much for the general, right?"
As soon as he said this, the air around him felt a little strange. He then realized something and regretted it instantly.
After a long time, a cold voice was heard from the darkness beside him.
"So what? In the end, it's all the same."
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For the seventh time, the coachman suppressed the urge to look back, and convinced himself that everything was fine and he knew nothing.
Of course, it is definitely wise not to look back.
If he looked back at this moment, he would see that the exquisite float that he had painstakingly built for more than a month for the Zhu Ming Festival had been torn into pieces and was beyond recognition.
By this time, both men were panting heavily from the violent demolition. Xiao Nanhui, tired of this frustrating fight, saw the float had already entered the main gate of the Youyin Altar and immediately launched a flying kick towards the other man's door. The man tried to dodge, but Xiao Nanhui grabbed him by the belt around his waist. The two of them fell off the float in a hug, rolling a dozen steps before landing right in front of the altar's stone steps.
After the fight, the masks on both of their heads fell off. Xiao Nanhui was the first to get up and take a closer look. The woman in front of him looked about 70% familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that she was the wife of the merchant who took the boat with him at Dazhen Ferry a few days ago.
But the woman in front of me looked like a demon with a furious look and frown. Where was the submissive and docile lady like before?
The fallen mask scratched a strand of her hair, messing up her originally beautiful bun. The woman was on guard against Xiao Nanhui while trying to get rid of the mask in a rage.
Xiao Nanhui touched the smooth bun on her head. For the first time, she felt relieved that she had chosen the same hairstyle as Shrike. She walked forward with a sneer. The place was open and flat, and she easily avoided the man's attack and grabbed his long hair.
The woman screamed and looked at Xiao Nanhui angrily: "You little yellow-haired girl, how dare you pull my hair!"
Xiao Nanhui sighed, "I know that grabbing hair is a tactic used by shrews in a fight, but given our current situation, it wouldn't be unfair to insist on relying on those two words."
The short blade in the woman's hand was about to break, but in the end she couldn't bear to cut her long hair. She wanted to fight back but was restricted everywhere.
Xiao Nanhui grabbed her hair and dragged her back to the float in one breath. He pulled her up hard and wrapped the woman's hair around the hub twice, then clapped his hands and stepped back.
The woman's scalp was grabbed and she couldn't even stand up. She could only sit on the ground and watch Xiao Nanhui turn around and leave in a swagger.
After doing all this in one breath, Xiao Nan returned to the mask he had dropped earlier, carefully picked it up and put it back on, waved to the shocked crowd watching on both sides, and then walked towards the altar step by step.
The Youyin Altar had ninety-nine steps, but since each step was very high, it was much more difficult to walk up than ordinary steps. Xiao Nanhui had been toiling all day and now felt like her bones were about to fall apart. Even her body, which had been marching and fighting for many years, could not bear it. By the time she climbed the last step, her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Zou Sifang was not fully recovered yet. He was sitting on a chair specially prepared for him, leaning back with a box in his hand. He must be the long-awaited Baoyu.
Xiao Nanhui couldn't help but feel a little excited, and took two steps at a time to move forward.
Before she could even get close to Zou Sifang, two large steel pitchforks blocked her out. One of the old priests gave her a stern look and asked, "Didn't I explain the rituals to you before we started?"
Etiquette? What etiquette? She was almost distracted the whole time.
Xiao Nanhui smiled and nodded insincerely: "I have explained it."
The old priest nodded and motioned the little boy behind him to come forward. The boy was holding a tray covered with a red cloth. Xiao Nanhui looked at the boy and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The old priest waved his hand and the red cloth fell to the ground. Xiao Nanhui sighed to himself.
On the tray stood an exquisite small bronze tripod and a carved dagger.
All day long, she not only gets beaten but now has to bleed. No wonder that treacherous villain Ding Weixiang didn't do this. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have been willing to do it!
A little boy beside him had already lit the bronze lamp with a torch. The winding oil duct spread the flame like a snake, surrounding the entire altar in a sea of fire.
Under the urging gaze of the old priest, Xiao Nanhui looked at the dagger with grief and anger, gritted his teeth and picked it up himself, cut his palm, and squeezed the blood into the small bronze tripod.
As she moved, several old priests began to chant in a low voice. They were speaking an unknown language and Xiao Nanhui didn't understand a single syllable.
About half an incense stick of time later, she felt the blood in her palms had dried up. The old priest's skinny hand used her blood to draw a few strokes on her forehead. Xiao Nanhui couldn't see it herself, but she could feel the warm liquid wetting her skin.
With the help of two children, Zou Sifang finally stood up and walked towards Xiao Nanhui tremblingly.
Xiao Nanhui felt his heart beating faster.
She was about to touch that thing.
That ancient jade stone that has been passed down for hundreds of years and hides countless legends and secrets.
The heavy box landed in her hands, a chilling sensation. Xiao Nanhui clenched her fingers and, holding the jade box, walked toward the highest point of the altar. There, a stone table-like altar, thick with animal fat from years of sacrifice, sat. Freshly slaughtered whole cattle and sheep were stacked there, with the head of a cow placed in the center, affixed with red paper.
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